The Return of a Mother
Lira's brows lowered as quiet hung over the elegant dining hall. The women at the long table looked at her, feeling her discomfort, but none of them said a word. The young silver-haired beauty changed her position in the seat, her blue eyes fixating on Nova.
Perplexity crossed her face as she leaned forward a little, voice shaking with suspicion.
"Sister Nova… are you pulling my leg? Because—"
Her words faltered in her throat.
The door, which had just creaked open, now disclosed a form slowly coming into view. Soft footsteps on highly polished stone filled the room, each one bearing down more heavily than the last on Lira's heart.
Her eyes widened. Her lips parted silently.
